She had been in the city but once before, when she was a young girl.

Still she set out with no hesitation to walk across the city to the depot where she must take the cars for Elliot.

She could not afford a carriage, and she would not trust herself in a street car.

She knew her own head and her old muscles; she could allow for their limitations, and preferred to rely upon them.
Every few steps she stopped and asked a question as to her route, listening sharply to the reply.

Then she went straight enough, speeding between the informers like guide-posts.